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Chapter 9

One afternoon, early in December, the leader of another commune, "Father," came by to invite the tribe to eat dinner with them and help them work on a house they were building. Everyone went but Carol, who was in the middle of baking pies, and she said she had a cold and really wanted to go to bed early in the evening. They left and Carol continued working in the kitchen, till all her pies were in the oven.

Then, remembering she hadn't checked the chickens for eggs yet that day, she put on her jacket and took a basket from a pile near the back door, and walked from the house to the main barn. Just as she turned the comer, walking along the side of the barn to the hen house, she walked into someone.

"OH!" she shouted, jumping back.

The boy she hit let out a shout also, and jumped back, perhaps more frightened than Carol.

They both caught their breath. Carol looked at the teenager and asked," Who are you?"

"Jim."

"What are you doing here?"

"Um, I was just taking a short cut to our land. We live up on the Circle-T Ranch," the boy said with guilt written on his face.

"Your dad's the one that hates us, Tex, right? Oh, I remember you-in front of the market that day. "Carol leaned against the wall of the barn and dropped her basket to the ground.

"I'll… I'll be going now," the boy said, not moving.

Carol stared at him. "Well, why don't you go?"

The boy lingered on. He knew he should run, he knew he shouldn't have gone all the way into the yard in the first place.

"Well?" Carol asked teasingly.

"Where did all the others go?" Jim asked, for lack of a better question. He didn't realize he was getting himself deeper into trouble.

"You saw them leave? That was hours ago. The sun's almost down. I thought you were just passing through?"

Jim didn't know what to say. He stood there, trying to think of something, watching the pretty girl as she leaned against the barn, her arms folded.

"I think you're quite interested in us, aren't you? Why didn't you say so? You don't have to sneak around here, you know. We welcome anyone to visit. Really!" Carol was serious. She had nothing against the boy. She wanted him to like her.

"I… well, Dad won't let us talk to any of you, because he says you're pretty messed-up people," Jim said clearly, waiting for her reaction.

"We are, huh?" Carol said, almost laughing. "Hey, you ever smoke any good grass?"

The question caught the boy off guard. "What?" he asked, surprised to hear her be so blunt.

"You heard me," Carol said knowingly.

"Yeah, sure. Not often, though," Jim lied. He had only tried gratis once and it had been bad stuff.

"Care for a joint?" Carol asked. "I was just on my way to see if the chickens had laid, and I thought I'd stop in the barn and sit in the hay and have a roach."

"I really should get going," Jim said, hesitating.

Carol just stared at him and smiled. "Come on, honey, I'm not going to hurt you… "she said taking his arm and leading him into the barn.

In a minute they were sitting in a pile of hay, relaxing with the help of the Mexican marijuana. Jim was being taught how to smoke it and the effect it was having on him was a good one.

"You have a brother, right?" Carol asked.

"Yeah, Jack. He's a year younger than me. Hey, don't tell him about this, okay? He'll be sore. He may even tell Dad and then I'll get my ass kicked sure!"

"Your father pretty strict?" Carol asked, drawing the smoke into her lungs.

"Oh, yeah, very," Jim said, taking the joint from her fingers.

"Go ahead, finish it. It's almost gone. Careful, don't burn your lips," she warned, slumping back against the warm hay. Then, all of a sudden, she sneezed!

"Bless you," Jim said, coughing on the last drag of the cigarette. He put it out against the wall and lay back next to Carol.

"Honey, you ever had a blow job?" Carol asked.

Jim couldn't believe his ears. His cock jumped in his pants as his head reeled from the magic weed he had just been smoking.

"Sure. Us guys used to do that to each other a few years ago, for the hell of it…"

"Shit, not that kind of blow job. That's just playing around. I mean did anyone ever really suck your nice hard young cock?" Grass always did this to Carol. She became intensely sexual and talked very much in the vernacular. "I'll bet you have a nice fat cock for a kid your age. You look the type."

Jim was suddenly a bit frightened. His father's warnings were swimming in his head-drugs, wild women. But maybe it wasn't all so bad-certainly the grass had been nice; the effect still was nice. Maybe she would suck his cock! God, would his brother be jealous!

"Take out your cock and let me see it, come on," Carol pleaded, pulling at the zipper of his jeans. He didn't resist. She pulled the zipper down and then undid his belt.

"Shit, I don't want to do it. You do it. I want to watch. Stand up," she ordered and he obeyed. He stood up and dropped his pants, then pulled them off his legs as she spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy through her jeans.

"Come on, your shorts too, I can see how big it is already…"

Jim pulled his white undershorts down to his knees and let his long cock dangle before him. Carol gasped. It was bigger than she had thought. She jumped to her knees and immediately sucked it into her mouth, feeling it grow within her.

She dug her hands into his buttocks, then pulled his shorts down to his feet, and he stepped out of them. His cock was buried in her mouth, pressing at the back of her throat. It was extremely long and slender-not fat as Carol had guessed-and easily rode along her tongue and throat as she pulled her head from his body and then pushed it back again.

Jim's head felt as if it was going to burst any second. This was the first time a woman had ever touched his cock to her tips. He had fucked a girl once-actually it was a thirty-year-old whore who had been hanging around the high school-but the experience had been a disaster because he had come the minute he thrust his cock up her cunt. But now he was feeling what he had dreamed about, what he had read about, what he had hoped he would feel someday. A pretty girl had his long penis in her mouth and was making love to it as he stood over her, master and king of the mountain, ready to choke her with his sperm.

He wasn't quite strong enough to remain standing, however, and in a moment he fell to the hay and his cock sprang from Carol's mouth. He lay on his back and she grasped his penis in her hand and rubbed it, feeling the wetness of her saliva on its length.

"You have such a beautiful cock, so long!"

"Please, take it in your mouth again, please," the boy pleaded, spreading his legs wide. He grabbed his balls with his hands and rolled them around between his legs. He needed to feel her warm lips on his cock again and he grabbed her hair and tugged her face to his crotch.

"Oh, Christ!" Carol said, a madwoman now, lusting for his penis alone," I'm going to suck you till you go crazy!"

"Please!" the boy begged, holding his cock to her lips.

"Come!" Carol screamed as she sank her head down his shaft, brutally hitting the back of her throat. She brought her hands up to move on the shaft of his long organ, sliding up and down with her lips, nibbling and tickling and pressing as the boy moaned in drugged ecstasy on the hay.

Carol moved her mouth expertly on the boy's cock, pumping her head up and down as she held tightly to the base of his penis with her left hand as her right cupped and caressed his balls, then moved down and stroked the hard cleft of his virgin asshole. His legs splayed apart, spreading his buttocks so her finger could rub hard at the opening. Soon she was pressing there and in the next second, as she felt him writhe in pain, she pulled her lips from his cock.

"No, don't stop, please!" Jim pleaded, trying to pull her face back to his aching young penis. "You're going to get fucked first, honey!" Carol whispered, torturing him," You're going to get my finger up your asshole!"

"No, please," Jim pleaded in fear.

"You ever been fucked before?" Carol asked, applying saliva to her fingertips.

"No, please, suck me, suck me!" Jim moaned as he tried desperately to get her face back on his cock.

He jumped in pain as he felt the head of her finger push into the opening of his anus. He had to obey, he knew it. She wasn't going to suck him any longer unless he obeyed her commands. She was king of the mountain now and he wanted it that way, needed it that way. Things had to be shared, had to be equal. Carol drove her finger up the boy's ass-up his virgin hot tight crevice-and held it there. He thought he was going to faint at first, but then the pain left him and a numbness took over, and in a few seconds gave way to a new and strange feeling of excitement and pleasure. His asshole was the most sensitive part of his body-he often had rubbed it when masturbating or dreamed someone was kissing it-and now that sensitivity was working as a whole entire feeling of ecstasy spread through his body. Carol wiggled her finger and his legs jumped into the air as sensations of pain and pleasure rode up his spine.

She completed her part of the bargain as promised-she put his cock in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, moving her finger in and out of his burning asshole as she pumped her face on his penis.

Jim thrashed his head around on the hay and pulled her hair and then rubbed her gently-he was on the verge of crying, of fighting, of laughing-he didn't know what he was doing or where he was or why-nothing was real any longer-he felt nothing but the sensations rising from his cock and his asshole and the thought of the pretty girl who was causing them.

Jim moved his head back and forth, and then, grasping her shoulders, pulled himself up and took hold of her breasts through her sweatshirt. He lifted the shirt and looked at her hanging breasts as she continued to suck his long pulsating cock. Her finger was smashed up his asshole now as he sat on it. She could feel the throbbing inside him as her finger froze in the tight channel. Then Jim, feeling himself falling back to the hay, let her breasts fall free and braced himself, sitting, looking down at her face working wildly on his young cock.

Jim felt his orgasm rising. "Oh, yes, suck it, suck it,suck me! Move your finger, yes," he cried as he bounced his buttocks up and down on her long finger. As he did, he fucked her mouth and felt his cock running along the roof of her mouth, sending pangs of pleasure down the organ and through his balls. He was on the brink now-just two more strokes would do it.

Carol stopped. She abruptly pulled her head off his cock and looked up at him. He sat there in shock, looking at her. Then she grasped his cock in her left hand, tightly at the base, and held the organ before her face and looked down at it again.

"Please, suck it," Jim said, feeling his orgasm beginning to leave. He wanted to come in her mouth.

"No goddamn it! You come now, like this. You make this cock shoot or I'll bite it off. You pour that juicy white stuff down this long shaft and I'll drink every drop," Carol said, looking directly at his prick.

Jim was in shock. She was holding tight to his penis, only inches from her lips, talking to it, begging it to erupt. He felt the swelling in his balls again. The thought of it was too exciting to let pass-his cock brimming with a river of cum, making it happen without anything or anyone touching it. He tried. He directed all his thoughts and sensations to the spot between his legs and the finger stuck up his ass. He would cum, he would cum as he never had before, he would shoot into her eyes and make her drink every drop.

"Come, damn you, please! I want to see it open, I want to see the tip split and the hot lava pour out and gush and gush… "Carol held the base of his cock so tightly that it began to hurt. Then she shook it, banging it against his stomach and then his balls, shaking it in the air above his loins.

Jim spread his legs and sank his ass as far onto her finger as he could. He felt her wrist rubbing against his balls and saw her tongue just an inch from the tip of his swollen cock. He had to come now, he had to let it happen. If only she would kiss it, or touch the tip, or lick it…

"Come! Come, you fucking beautiful kid! I want to drink your virgin semen," Carol pleaded, mad with lustful passion.

It happened. Jim thrust his buttocks forward and held his breath and pushed inside his loins-his entire body shook convulsively as the cum seemed to work its way up the length of his cock, past the stricture of her clenched hand-and finally a gush of thick cum split the head of his cock wide open and it spouted against her face.

Carol immediately brought her index finger up to the opening in the tip and touched it, which stopped his cum from spurting into the air. It created a steady flow of semen down the length of his cock and onto her lips-she placed her head on his thigh, next to his balls, looking up as the exploding organ's base touched her lips and her cheek and her nose and eyes. She gurgled soft sounds in her throat as she lapped up all the cream, and she grabbed his cock again when it was over, pushing the last drops of cum from the shaft.

Jim watched intently as it happened. He couldn't believe that he had actually been able to achieve an orgasm without any stimulation on the tip of his penis! He watched in fascination as the cum flowed from the tip of his young organ, as if it was someone else's cock and he was viewing the situation. Finally, when it was over, he fell back to the hay and felt the girl's finger slide out of his ass.

He couldn't move for what seemed like hours. Finally, he sat up to see Carol masturbating near him as she watched his shrinking wet cock between his legs. He watched intently as her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy, how the thick lips parted to admit them. He moved near her, but she acted as if he wasn't there. Finally she looked at his cock and in a moment came to realize that he was sitting up, watching her. He took his cock in his hand and she watched it grow hard and long again, and in a minute she was working her fingers twice as fast as she had been doing.

"Can I fuck you?" Jim asked, beating his cock in his hand.

"Oh, oh… "Carol moaned, not hearing him. She watched, glassy-eyed, as his long cock moved up and down in the air under his clenched fist.

"Please, I want to fuck you," Jim pleaded, moving closer to her.

At that very moment he heard her squeal and watched as she kicked her legs into the air and rammed her hand as far into her pussy as it would go and then began to moan and giggle in delight as her hand turned wet with the juices of her orgasm.

Jim stopped, fascinated and rejected. He had wanted to fuck her and she had paid no attention to him. His cock was hard and he had wanted desperately to put it up her pussy, but now he didn't want to try, didn't want to force her. He felt strange, dirty, and he wanted to run.

He jumped up and grabbed his pants and undershorts and boots and ran out of, the barn into the evening air. He didn't stop to put his clothing on. He tore across the yard and up the hill, feeling the cold earth under his feet. His erection wouldn't go down. He got to the top of the hill and his hard cock hurt him and he felt cold. He pulled his pants onto his body and tossed his shorts to the ground. Then he slipped into his boots and grabbed hold of his still hard penis and stood there, in the night, beating it as he looked down at the barn in the canyon.

"Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," he said as the cum poured from the tip of his prick. As soon as it was over, he stuffed it into his pants and began running across the fields to his house.

The sound of a car horn echoed in the cold morning air.

"What's that?" Tracey said, sipping her coffee.

"Let's see," Rob said, getting up from the breakfast table.

The others heard shouts from outside as Rob walked onto the porch. Jerri looked at Russell. Immediately they got up and joined Rob on the porch. Carol set down her frying pan and she and Tracey and Dave also joined the boy.

They stood there facing a group of farmers-Tex, in particular. There were three cars parked in the drive in front of the house.

"We warned you a long time ago to clear outta here…"

"Just a minute!" Rob shouted in a strong, commanding voice. "Calm down. Now if you have something to say to us, you say it easy like, and you say it fast because we're eating breakfast."

"Who're you eatin' for breakfast?" one of the men called out. The others all laughed, all but Tex. He took a step forward.

"My boys have been tellin' me what goes on here! We know how you people live and we ain't going to have you endangering the morals of the entire Southwest. Now we want you people out of here!" Tex stared into Rob's face.

"Listen, we haven't done anything… " Russell started to say.

"Russell, I'll do the talking," Rob said, taking a step down to the ground. He stood only feet from Tex. Tex met him on his own level.

"I warned you about my kids, our kids. You know yesterday one of your sluts tried to rape my boy? You know that? Tried to get my boys pants off!" There was a murmur among the men. The tribe didn't move a muscle.

"Well, you see, Tex, we know the truth about that story. It seems Carol caught your little brat behind the barn, sneaking around on private property, trespassing, in other words. And what did he want? He wanted to smoke a little grass. He wanted to get high and get his rocks off because it was everything he had been dreaming about and reading about and wanting because he's a teenager and he's got a mind and a cock and his head needs some grass to take him away from the straight world and his cock needs some loving so it won't shrivel up and fall off! And Carol gave him grass-good grass, like I'm sure you have good liquor-and a hell of a good blow job-like I'm sure you give your wife a hell of a good fuckin'-and he wanted to fuck Carol and she was getting it on with her hand and so he freaked and ran off and went to you, and all his guilt feelings were fucking pouring out of him, and so he told you he was almost raped! A kid his age almost raped? Are you kidding me? I'd be ashamed to admit it if i was his father, and thank God I'm not!" There was absolute silence in the yard. Tex was stunned by the furious lecture he had just heard. He didn't know what to say or what to do. The men behind him stared at him, wondering what would happen now, wondering what the hell they should do.

"Look," Rob continued in a soft, natural tone of voice," we don't want to hurt you or your boys or anything. We just want to be left alone. Don't send anyone to snoop on us-it may be dangerous for you. They may want to come LIVE with us! We don't harm anyone. We work hard, we believe in God, we have feelings and passions and we're not afraid of showing them. We just want to be left alone so we can be happy. We've got Christmas to look forward to, we've got a baby coming, we've got a good future. Please don't try to hurt us. We don't hate you."

Jerri looked at Rob with pride and admiration. There was a tear in her eye as she walked forward to take his arm, defiantly and sadly looking at Tex and his friends. Rob had said it all, and said it well.

Tex started at them-at all the members of the tribe facing him-and then coughed and spit at the ground just in front of Rob's feet. Then he turned and walked to his car and got in. The rest of the group followed, as if they were puppets being led by his strings, and in a few minutes all three cars had vanished behind the hillside.

"Come on," Rob said to all of them," let's go finish breakfast."

Jerri held his hand as they walked back into the house.